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RADIO: You're listening to Mike Walker!
Now...
The General Assembly of the Church of Scotland starts today,
which this year has relocated to the McEwan Hall.
We've asked our listeners to come up with a collective term for them,
you know, like a 'gaggle of geese'.
John e-mails to suggest a reverie of reverends.
Reverie? Is that not rooks or crows or something?
We have Alistair from down the road in sunny Portobello.
He's suggesting, 'A commandment of ministers.'
Yeah, quite like that one. (LAUGHS) Keep them coming!
Ken Flatley? Mm-hm.
How's he doing? Ah, Ken's having a good day today.
Are you er... Oh, we used to work together.
Ah, I hope that's not what I think it is.
What do you think it is? What I hope it's not.
I told you!
I don't want this shite!
Ken?
Breakfast no good?
ORGAN PLAYS SOFTLY
CONGREGATION WHISPERS
Where is that man?
It's no good a start, is it?
I'll try him again.
PHONE RINGING
Remember Danny Miller?
With his sarcastic knuckles?
Love one side, peace the other? You couldn't really
read it cos it was too busy. John, John, I had to get you here.
You're the only one who can help me.
They're trying to kill us.
I swear to God! They're trying to...
All of us! One this week,
one a week before.
DISTANT CHATTERING
Oh, Christ.
John, promise me you'll find out what they're doing.
If you'd like to look over here...
Ken - Do you remember Rod Stewart stole my girlfriend?
Bastard!
It's a VERY frightening thing.
They can become quite, quite paranoid.
You must understand, we have quite a large establishment here.
Unfortunately, that means there's rarely a week goes by
when one of our residents doesn't... Well, you know.
He was my first station sergeant.
Put the fear of God in you.
MOBILE RINGING Sorry. Excuse me.
Thank you. Rebus.
OK. I'll get these off to the lab.
Erm, Park Keeper found them.
Throats cut. How long?
Six, seven hours.
Derek Brady.
Do you know him? Uh-huh.
And so should you.
A couple of hours from now, he would have been
the new Moderator of the Church of Scotland.
And...?
Oh?
There you go. Iris Steele.
Married to Thomas 'Don't-Call-Me-Tommy' Steele.
He runs a scrap yard. Doesn't ask too many questions.
Why were they together? Well, they say opposites attract.
Parky? He saw them alive last night just as he was knocking off.
There's a lot of traffic that comes through here.
You know, courting couples.
Not much courting, I would have thought (!)
I'm afraid it's my sad duty to inform you
that our friend Derek Brady...
..has died.
Note from the boss.
♪ DEL AMITRI: Roll To Me ♪ The right time to roll to me
Are you serious?
OK, I'll cut the Assembly jokes.
All of them? All of them.
Del Amitri. Remember those side-burns?
Well, there are a few Elvises running around and plenty of Cliffs.
But er, I think Thomas is the only Tommy Steele.
He could've changed it.
Hm, that'd be an admission to weakness.
That's not our Thomas.
Thomas, sorry for your loss.
Inspector Rebus.
What the fuck? Eh, Inspector?
Wouldn't you be better at home?
I can't. I just can't.
Well...I need to ask a few questions,
see if we can sort this out. OK?
What time did Iris go out last night?
Don't know. Maybe nine. We had a bit of a row and then she left.
What did you do?
What do you think?
I had a wee drink.
Next thing I know, one of your jokers is rattling on the door.
Mr Steele, did you know the Reverend Derek Brady?
No.
Yes! I met him a couple of months ago at a wedding.
Same table, that's all. At least, I thought that was all.
Do you know why they would have been together last night?
Were they having an affair?
You think if I knew that I'd have let her out the door?
Well, we're gonna have to ask you to make a statement.
And the boys will want to er, have a look at your house.
And check your clothes and round here and...
Just the usual. OK? Doesn't mean anything.
My WIFE'S been murdered.
You think I did this?
My wife's been murdered and you come round here accusing me?
You round his house doing the same thing? I bet you're not. Why's that?
You're round here first. Why's that, Rebus?
TRAIN RUMBLING BY
I didn't touch her.
She was my wife.
Do you have to be Church of Scotland to drive for this mob?
Sure do. My insurance is third party, fire and brimstone.
He's said that before.
Ah.
Divide and conquer.
Make your way through to the sitting room.
I was wondering, Moderator Carson, if you'd conduct the service?
Of course I will. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Mrs Brady?
Mrs Steele was a very troubled woman.
I think her husband was violent towards her.
Some of these women have nowhere else to go.
My husband would see her from time to time
as part of his pastoral work.
But she wasn't a member of his congregation?
No. But that didn't matter. My husband didn't believe...
What you really want to know is were they having an affair?
I don't know.
My husband would often see people in the church hall in the evening.
But what he was doing in that park... He was naked.
REBUS: Reverend Brady was to be your successor?
Yes. Today, in fact.
I suppose they'll keep me on for a while now.
Terrible shock.
Aye, must be.
You weren't aware of anyone taking against him?
Did he hold any particularly controversial views?
Anything that made him stand out?
Derek Brady was a scrupulously decent man.
And he would have made a terrific Moderator.
And the woman he was with?
You understand how they were found?
Yes, Inspector, I do.
And I say, "Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone."
Now, if you'll excuse me.
DOOR CLOSES
MRS BRADY: You know, for many years
he was prone to these very dark depressions.
But in the last few months he seemed so much better. In what way?
This whole... wanting to be Moderator.
That ambition, that was new.
Do you think it was her?
I really couldn't...
When he didn't come home, last night -
I was worried sick. I didn't know whether he was in trouble or...
Eventually, I phoned the hospitals and then the police.
JOURNALISTS: Moderator! Moderator!
Moderator! Were you aware of the affair?
No affair. Derek Brady was involved in pastoral -
If you'd known of the affair, would he have been Moderator?
Now, this has been a dreadful tragedy for all concerned
and our thoughts and prayers go out to Mrs Brady and to Mr Steele
at this difficult time.
We're putting our full trust in Detective Inspector Rebus
and his team and I'm quite convinced
they will get to the bottom of this. Thank you.
JOURNALIST: Inspector, have you more information? Where were the bodies found?
Supercilious... Michael Patterson. STARTS ENGINE
I'm sorry? Michael Patterson, driving a white van.
Where? Morven House, the nursing home.
I thought he was inside.
Check him out, would you?
Jean Monroe, United Press Associates.
Good for you (!)
Morning, Abigail. Morning.
Looking wonderful today. Thank you.
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Coming up in 20 minutes, the Mike Walker Show.
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Derek Brady and Iris Steele. They were lovers.
Perhaps they were seeking enlightenment?
Or higher truth? It doesn't matter.
Somebody killed them.
Siobhan. The easiest solution?
Thomas Steele. He has motive, no alibi,
his prints were all over the car. So, we throw the book at him?
No, sir. Why not?
He may be a bit of an all round shit but that doesn't make him a killer.
His prints are all over the car as it's a family car.
Likelier scenario - the Steeles had a fight.
Iris storms out looking for a shoulder to cry on.
Enter Derek Brady.
Was this a one-off or er... was it a regular haunt?
Was it a wrong place, wrong time?
Were they followed there? Did somebody force them to drive there?
One of the couples from the park reported a motorbike cruising around
but...it was quite early on.
Apart from that...well, they were all busy.
Derek Brady, the man himself.
Any complaints about him? Malicious letters?
Was he fond of airing controversial views about the Virgin Birth or euthanasia?
Did somebody not want him to become Moderator?
What?
Don't you want to tell me to tread carefully with the Church?
Not to upset too many people in high places?
Not at all, John. You know I always respect your instincts.
Right.
Well. First one to come up
with a grand conspiracy theory involving the Church
wins a Mars bar. LAUGHTER
I went to see Ken Flatley.
He's losing it a bit.
He made us what we are.
And we should thank him for that?
CONGREGATION CHATTER
That's Mason.
He was on the shortlist for Moderator.
And the other two are...
You just er, see if you can find them.
Reverend Mason?
Detective Inspector Rebus. Ah, yes, of course.
Did you know Derek Brady at all?
Oh, long time ago.
He would have made a fine Moderator.
Yes, well, that seems to be the party line.
Do you think that he would've - Detective Inspector,
that's who you should be talking to. Andrew McLeod.
He has something on everyone.
Not many of us left these days.
No ashtrays in heaven, I expect?
Probably not, Inspector.
You worked with the last half dozen Moderators.
Now, in politics that would make you a fixer.
Not quite that.
But you would've been involved in the vetting process
and if there was any...hint of a scandal involving Brady...
..you would know about it?
Inspector.
Appointing a Moderator
is a bit like appointing a national football manager.
They always seem to be just the right man for the job.
Then six months down the line, you discover what an idiot you've taken on.
Derek Brady would've been no better or worse than others I can think of.
Was he having an affair?
Does it matter?
I wouldn't be surprised.
Once you reach a certain level at anything,
be it politics or the arts or perhaps even the police,
there's a certain type of woman that finds that alluring.
Well, maybe that only kicks in at er...superintendent level.
If Derek was having an affair...
it wouldn't have changed our decision.
BARMAID: What can I get for you?
Brady WAS having an affair.
Well, according to the Church gossip.
And I checked on the wife. She reported him missing at midnight.
The station sergeant remembered her because there'd been some trouble
at her home a few days before. What sort of trouble?
Altercation involving a window being broken.
Ah, the top left? Yeah, I remember.
Patrol spoke to one Thomas Steele,
at the scene...but the Bradys didn't want to press charges.
Well, I can understand Tommy not wanting to...
..boast about his wife having an affair with the local minister.
So, why didn't Alice Brady mention it?
Pull her in.
In my spare time I checked out your white-van man, Michael Patterson.
He was inside for selling counterfeit goods.
Released six months ago. Do you want me to...follow up?
Er, no. I've got a better idea.
If I want a dog, I'll go to the kennel.
Are you calling me a dog? I do the following!
You hear me? I'm only trying to get a story.
(SIGHS) All right, young lady. Here's how it works.
You scratch my back...
et cetera, et cetera.
Man called Michael Patterson.
You might want to find out what he's up to,
and how he's connected to the Morven Nursing Home.
There's your bone.
This is to do with the murders?
You tell me.
You neglected to mention that Thomas Steele
put a brick through your window.
Do you not think that might have had relevance?
The poor man had lost his wife. I didn't -
THAT poor man may have killed his wife and your husband. No.
Why do you say that?
He loved his wife as much as I loved my husband.
He was hurt, he was angry.
He had a chance to do us some harm and what did he do?
He threw a pebble through a small window.
That's all.
He's not a murderer.
Good timing. You have them? Think so.
The angles a bit iffy but if I freeze it,
you can just see.
That's the registration. That's the two of them in front.
Too dark to see the back.
Time - 9:32.
This is an accident black spot about four miles from the park.
Cameras were put up last year.
It's the last camera I can trace between here and there.
Four miles at that time of night,
they'd have been in the park in about ten minutes.
Can we track it back? So we can pick them up earlier? Yes, Sir.
No, no, don't. Wait. Wait. No, get that one.
Yeah.
Looks like a Honda, sir.
Want to talk to you about your visit to the Bradys'.
Last week, wasn't it?
You thought they were having an affair so you dealt with it
in the traditional fashion - brick through the bedroom window.
So what if I did?
Bastard was screwing my wife.
Are you sure about that? Yeah.
Course. She seemed happier,
you know? Not with me.
You can always tell, can't you?
When your wife's having sex with someone else, you can just tell.
But she denied it? Of course she did.
Look at this.
Honda.
As seen on TV (!)
It's a bit knackered. When I'm stuck, it gets me from A to B.
So, that first time that you er,
followed them back to his house, it was on that?
No, she dropped him off.
So, then you confronted him?
Yeah. He denied everything.
I should've decked him, but his stuck-up-bitch of a wife came to the door,
so I left.
I went back later to do the window.
Stupid!
So, the night she died...
you had a fight, she drove off, you followed again?
I told you! We had a fight, she walked out, I had a bit of a drink,
I never saw her again.
Thing is...night of the murder we've got CCTV coverage.
And there was a bike, just like that, right behind Iris's car.
Now, we're having it enhanced and I'm willing to bet it was you.
It wasn't me.
I've lost the keys. I haven't been on it in ages.
COME ON, TOMMY!
You lost it.
You couldn't bear the idea of them both together.
You lost it. Tell me the truth. LET'S FINISH IT!
All right. I followed them.
But I never touched them.
I swear to God.
Ooh. (TUTS)
Right now, I think that's the last person you should be swearing to.
Get your coat.
What do you think?
I think, every time he opens his mouth a lie comes out.
Every kind of condom you care to imagine.
But no murder weapon.
What's this?
Inside and outside the car...
seems to be random bits torn from the same newspaper.
And Steele?
Downstairs. I'm letting him soak for a while.
I'll have another go at him later.
So...that Mars bar's gonna go unclaimed.
I'm going to see Ken Flatley.
What?
You wanna come?
I'm sure he'd appreciate it. No.
NO!
Come on!
This is ridiculous.
You remember WPC Templer?
Hello, Ken.
They say you're not eating.
And that's how they're doing it.
Poison in the food. Well, not everybody's food.
It looks random but I think there's a pattern.
There you are, look, on the telly.
TELEVISION: ...at this difficult time.
We're putting our full trust in DI Rebus and his team.
I'm quite convinced they'll get to the bottom of this.
Thank you. NEWS REPORTER: The victims have been named
as the Reverend Derek Brady and Mrs Iris Steele.
I...remember her.
The woman. Aye, that's erm...
No, no. Tsk. I never forget a name.
I know her!
She's dead now, is she?
What was her...?
Don't worry about it.
Shut up and bring us some tea!
A wee, blonde lass.
Iris! Iris.
Iris. That's right. Iris Steele, married to Thomas Steele, remember?
He'd scrap your car for you.
Even if you didn't want it scrapped. Aye, a bit of a header.
Iris? I remember Iris.
Sorry for this. We usually have a quiet time round about now.
Templer?
You always had great tits.
Bastard. Always was.
These were different times.
I didn't want you to like him, I wanted you to learn.
Like Johnny Cash - A Boy Named Sue.
If I ever get like that, shoot me, please.
And what was the other one?
What was SO nasty, he had to whisper?
He said, "I always knew she'd do well."
CAR STARTS
ENGINE REVVING
KEYS CLINKING
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
RADIO: But steak's processed these days, it's all full of hormones.
It just makes no sense!
Steak is always gonna be better than hamburger.
Not if you prefer hamburger.
Can't dictate what you like, you know.
Enough! We have Caroline on the line.
What's it to be, Caroline?
Caroline?
(GRUFF VOICE) # Come on
♪ Sweet Caroline
♪ You're my sweet Caroline
♪ You know I wanna take you, wherever you may make you
♪ Come on sweet Caroline
♪ You take my hand
♪ And together we will rock'n'roll ♪
Got one. I did another one.
I'm sorry?
I DID ANOTHER ONE!
Ugh!
What the...?
Shit! Here!
Come on. Go! GO!
It's the same M-O. Well, this changes things.
Find the other two candidates on the short list.
They're gonna need protecting.
Is there a wife? Family? He wasn't married.
Anything else?
Newspaper clippings again, Sir.
Wouldn't it be refreshing to meet a serial killer who wasn't cryptic?
Oh! Anyway.
I'm more interested in that.
DISTANT PHONE RINGING
There's a running problem with these guys - they can't keep them out.
OK, take it back.
What about Steele? He's still downstairs in custody.
Can't be in two places at once?
Thinking, now.
Gets his throat cut. Half eight?
How long's the killer been in the car?
Rewind.
If there's no sexual motive, why the nudity?
Maybe he has to have the uniform off before he can kill 'em. Here.
Where'd he go?
There, inside.
So, he's been waiting, what? How long?
It's about ten minutes.
That's quite precise.
He's been watching him.
He knew he was coming.
He must've been in the Assembly.
I've just got a call from a local radio producer.
Her DJ got a crank call,
thought it may be connected to the murder.
OK. Go and talk to them.
What are you thinking?
When I was at school...
the ones who were into the Church
were always the oddballs in the classroom.
Not many chums, a bit weird.
Stranger things...
Inspector?
The Moderator would like a word?
DOOR SHUTS Ah, Detective Inspector Rebus.
What on earth is going on? TWO of my ministers!
You were Head of Divinity here, at the university?
A long time ago, yes. I never had the benefit
of a university education,
but I've picked up a few things along the road.
And, in my experience, I've found that whenever a man of the cloth
has been involved in an impropriety,
the Church tends to protect rather than to expose.
Would that be right?
Well, if you mean we don't rush to judgement, Mr Rebus, then, yeah.
Because I'm pretty sure that these killings aren't random.
If you're withholding any evidence, there'll be serious consequences.
Are you threatening me, Mr Rebus?
Yes.
Well, Sir.
I can tell you there have never been any complaints at all about the Reverends Brady and Mason.
And perhaps if you spent a wee bit more time trying
to find the degenerate responsible for these ghastly murders
instead of impugning the integrity of these two fine men -
I'd like to see the files... on these victims.
Reverend McLeod. Could we have the files on the Reverends Brady
and Mason?
RADIO: Today we're talking about daft names for children.
Would you really name your child after a hotel, a football stadium?
DS Clark. I'm here to see Mike Walker?
Yeah, just take a seat. Thank you
Hi! DS Clarke.
DJ Walker. The crank call? MOBILE RINGS
Uh-huh. There's always one.
Just running off a tape. You wanna here it now?
Please.
Why do you think he called you?
Oh, head cases like an audience and it's that kind of show.
I get them all.
People who are of sound mind do not normally need
to phone a radio show to have an argument.
That's what marriage is for.
REWINDING TAPE
Do you ever meet any of your cranks? You're joking!
It's a confrontational show. Once I'm out of here,
I'm out of here.
If we feel that someone genuinely needs help
we have counsellors we can refer them to,
but most just want to let off steam.
Here we go.
(GRUFF VOICE) # Come on
♪ Sweet Caroline
♪ You're my sweet Caroline
♪ You know I wanna take you, wherever you may make you
♪ Come on
♪ Sweet Caroline
♪ You take my hand and together we will rock'n'roll ♪
"I did another one."
"I DID ANOTHER ONE!" Well, what are we hearing?
Any significance in the choice of song?
Or is somebody trying to upset the status quo (?)
It may not be him at all.
Oh, I think it is.
You've got an estimated time of death that gives him a chance to get away, get cleaned up,
get to a phone box before the body is discovered.
So, if it is...why make the call?
He wants to take the credit for it.
He wants the fame.
Why Walker?
He feels he has a personal connection to the DJ -
Walker often rants and raves about the Church.
Maybe he was trying to impress him.
Maybe he called earlier?
Sir.
The second set of newspaper clippings,
again, all different stories from a different paper,
but all the same date.
March, 14th, 1987.
OK. Good.
See if you can find the original newspapers.
We might get a chance to know what he was trying to tell them.
Or us.
I've released Steele.
Something I should know?
Three things, actually.
One, while you were out, Tommy Steele's home phone records came in.
At the time of the murders, he was shouting down the phone to his wife's sister.
He was too drunk to remember, but she's confirmed it.
Two,
you can't hold someone just for being a bit of a shit.
Remember, he was sweating downstairs
when Mason was murdered.
And three?
Work it out for yourself.
Beginning to think Ken Flatley was ri-
(SIGHS) What?
He's no relatives in the nursing home,
but he does have the catering contract.
REBUS: Michael Patterson specialises
in counterfeit goods.
What it says on the tin's never quite what you got inside. Thanks.
REBUS: So, might be worth
checking out where he gets his supplies from.
I'm still not seeing where this connects to the murders?
Ah, give it time. You're doing a grand job.
Is this the new girl being sent in for the long stand?
So young and yet so cynical.
Off you go, now. HANG UP BLEEP
You have the glow of discovery about you.
Mason and Brady
studied theology together, 20 years ago, Edinburgh University.
And Carson was Head of Divinity.
I went through the relevant year books.
And look at this, 1987.
Mountaineering? Caving.
Brady, Mason and one Mike Walker.
DJ who got the call?
He did one year and dropped out.
So, maybe it's not the Church shortlist.
Maybe it's the caving team?
Mr Walker, is he the hunter...
or the hunted?
CALLER: It's easy for you to say they need schemes and a committee,
but they're not outside your house shooting up in your backyard.
Yeah, but you're asking for some kind of vigilante to sort it out.
It's a neighbourhood protection scheme we need.
OK! Well, let's hope your neighbourhood
is ready for tomorrow's weather.
It's gonna be raining cats and dogs.
Something not quite right about caving.
Let's burrow under the ground
as far as we can go.
And then...
..come back up again.
Now, mountains...
I can understand.
Did you never see Journey To The Centre Of The Earth?
Was that James Mason and a duck? I think it was a goose.
So...we're...protecting Walker,
with a side option of arresting him for murder?
Mm.
Knife edge.
CAR RADIO: # THE CARS: Drive
PHONE RINGS
OK.
Inspector Rebus's phone. MAN: Can you get me Rebus?
No, he's - I have to speak to him now.
Is that you, Ken? It's about the case. It's very important.
Ju...Just calm down.
(GARBLES)
OK. Look, you're gonna have to speak slowly.
(CONTINUES TO GARBLE)
Maybe you should go and get someone.
Come on, come on! Oh, shit.
Now, 212 RLC.
Come on, come on.
OK. Thank you.
Got a name? They'll get back to us.
SHIT! OH!
Oh, shit! OK?
Are you OK? I'm sorry. We can still get him.
Wait.
Oh! I'm OK.
You know... Oh, no, no, no. We're going nowhere.
That's it. Yep.
SIREN
The car Walker got into belongs to Andrew McLeod.
The fixer? The fixer. The fixer, fixing.
It's a head injury. They'll see you straightaway.
Is that it?
Would you rather it was worse?
SIX FUCKING HOURS! Concussion or a fracture?
Oh, Tony Blair! You... Oh, go home. Get some sleep.
TRAIN HORN
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
PHONE CONTINUES TO RING
Good God.
I thought you were supposed to be in your bed.
That's McLeod. Uh-huh.
Throat cut, butt naked.
Newspaper cuttings for light reading.
But why him?
Mason said he had something on everybody.
Maybe he had something on the killer.
We better bring in Walker.
I just heard him on the way over.
On the radio. He's standing in for someone.
Not for long.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Carson.
Yes.
(VOMITS)
KNOCKS
You OK?
Ah, yes, yes, Norm. I'm fine. Yes. I'll be with you in a minute.
TAP RUNNING
Why did you meet McLeod?
We meet up from time to time.
He was a... a bit of a media whore.
He'd like to think he could influence things
by feeding us wee snippets of information.
Loved a bit of scandal.
It's what I do, you know?
Was his throat -? Where did you go?
Nowhere. Just drove around for a bit.
He didn't really have much to say.
You went nowhere, you did nothing, you said nothing.
DO YOU THINK WE'RE A BUNCH OF IDIOTS?!
I didn't. I swear.
He dropped me back at work about...11:00,
I picked up the car, off home.
Check with reception! We will.
You knew him from university? No.
Weren't you a theology student?
Aye, yeah, that was a long time ago.
Why did you quit? No specific -
What exactly is your relationship with God, Mr Walker?
There isn't one. But you kept in touch with your friends?
Brady and Mason. Caving team,
wasn't it? I...I haven't seen them in years.
You didn't think to mention you knew them when I got the tape? No.
They were murdered!
Throat cut.
What about you, Mr Walker?
Security at the radio station say he went back to fetch his car,
actually, a bit earlier than he said he did. So no-way
he could've got out there, killed McLeod and got back.
Doesn't mean he's not lying.
There is something he is not telling us.
But there's also something that he's more afraid of than us.
♪ Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ ♪
The Smiths.
Don't you think I know that?
You go and see if they've turned up those newspaper files.
If your grievous head injury allows (!)
♪ And I wonder to myself... ♪
DOOR OPENS
Decided to let you go, Mr Walker.
What? You serious?
You'll be providing me with protection, though, right?
What if he's looking for me next?
We'll keep an eye out.
Better late than never. He nearly brained me with a beef cutlet.
He's in the day room.
Morning, Ken.
Where's Rebus?
He's still working.
Do you ever think about the ones that got away?
All the time.
Hm. How are you ever meant to sleep?
A wee dram, I find.
You haven't been eating.
Nonsense.
Why are you talking about food?
You know something about me, WPC Templer?
I never forget a face, never forget a name.
I'd seen her before. I'd seen her but I just couldn't get her name.
Who's that, now?
On the telly!
Iris.
That's right. Iris Steele.
No, her other name.
I knew her. Iris...
Iris McIvor.
Married to someone else back then.
Oh, great wee looker too.
I never forget a name.
It was a real tragedy, that one.
Iris Steele's first marriage was to Patrick McIvor.
Their daughter, Caroline McIvor, disappeared in Perthshire, 1987.
Ken Flatley recognised her. Ken?
Yeah, well, I er, went back.
He knew there was something about Iris.
Caroline McIvor...sweet Caroline.
What date did she disappear?
Reported missing March 14th. Same date as the newspaper cuttings.
She was six years old, body never found, the parents were initially
suspected but there was no evidence.
OK, get in touch with Tayside Police. Let's find Patrick McIvor.
The photograph of the cavers -
we need a precise date, a location
and I need to know exactly where Caroline disappeared.
You've changed your tune? About Ken Flatley?
Well, he was right about this.
Perth CID kept tabs on Patrick McIvor
for about five years after Caroline disappeared.
He's dropped off the map since. What did they say about him?
More or less chased out of town.
Everyone thought he'd killed his daughter.
Even Iris thought it was him.
So...they split up
and he festers all these years.
Developing a pathological hatred for cavers and clergymen.
Sounds like the kinda suspect I like.
Shit.
What the hell...?
Take a seat, Mr Walker.
Tell me about your day out with
the university's speleogical group. Am I saying that right?
March 14th,
1987.
Taken near the caves of Schiehallion, in Perthshire.
You all look pretty pleased with yourselves.
Good day, was it?
Not good for Caroline McIvor.
She lived just nearby.
And she disappeared
on the day this photograph was taken...
..and never found.
Wanna tell me about it?
We were driving home.
She just walked out in front of us.
There was nothing we could do. Nothing?
Who was driving? Brady.
We picked her up.
There was blood everywhere.
Nobody phoned for help?
She just...died on us.
She was gone.
There was an accident... Why didn't someone report it?
We'd all been drinking. We were half cut.
We panicked!
The Church would've been badly damaged.
God, forbid (!)
Someone said we should bury her. Someone? Who?
Ah, I don't know...
I can't remember!
Well, who better than you lot to er,
give her a good Christian send-off, eh?
What gave ANY of you the right to make that decision?
NO!
No! We came to our senses.
We went to see the Head of School -
Carson.
We tried to put it right.
But he said the damage was done, we couldn't put the clocks back.
I should've stood up to him but
he ordered us to keep quiet, he said his Fixer would
sort it out. McLeod?
Aye, that fucking weasel.
He was good but...
I didn't kill him.
I didn't kill him!
You know who did this, don't you?
We're working on it.
You can stop him. You can find him.
You can protect me, can't you?
Quid pro quo, Mr Walker.
Quid pro quo.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Just spoke to Patrick McIvor's brother.
Hasn't heard from him in years.
Thinks he has moved to Edinburgh.
Well, if he has been blamed for Caroline's death
it's something that follows you around.
He's probably changed his name
and his looks...everything.
But...there's always something.
It's just a matter of finding it.
I'll find it.
You've got a nerve.
Have they found the body?
I came to pay my respects.
20 years late.
Derek Brady came here a few days after they knocked the child down.
He was...he was in a terrible state.
He wanted to leave his studies.
He was set on going to the police. You talked him out of it?
Yes, I did.
You have to understand, the child ran out.
It was not their fault.
I mean, they were young, they panicked.
I had to weigh up the consequences.
Three good men's careers destroyed against
what they might contribute, over a life time of service, to the Church.
It wasn't for you to say whose fault it was.
What about the parents?
Losing their daughter! Then being blamed for it!
Then being hounded out of town! I know, I know.
You did what the Church always does, swept it under the carpet.
Look, Derek Brady was a good man, as well. His life was ruined too.
But, you know, the Lord really does move in mysterious ways.
He brought Derek Brady and Iris Steele together.
He confessed, she forgave him.
They found a common bond.
The second coming of Derek Brady (!)
It's touching stuff. It's...it's inspiring, really (!)
Absolved of his sins!
The Reverend Brady rediscovers his ambitions,
then the good Lord tells him to put himself forward for Moderator (!)
Something like that, yes.
Not bad, eh? PLUS, every now and again,
he gets to shag the bereaved mum in a FUCKING CAR PARK!
NO! You don't know that! No.
Sir, we found something.
This is a crime scene, Moderator.
You go back... to your smoke and mirrors.
CAMERA CLICKS
(SNIFFS)
Get him out of here.
I was gonna take them down to the charity shop.
I didn't want to bump into anyone wearing my dead wife's clothes.
Did you know her first husband?
Patrick McIvor? I didn't want to know him.
Jealous, I suppose.
She never talked about him
and I never asked.
He phoned once, a couple of months back.
I told him to fuck off.
But he could've phoned other times?
Aye, it's possible.
Wouldn't surprise me now.
Maybe she was having it off with him again...and the Reverend.
And half the Hibs squad.
They had a child - Caroline.
Who disappeared.
Patrick McIvor was blamed for it but it wasn't him.
Did McIvor kill my wife?
Is that what this is about?
Given the time that's passed, she's remarkably well preserved.
Soil up that way is quite peaty.
Once, they pulled somebody up who had been under for a thousand years.
Didn't look too bad at all.
Skin could've done with a touch of Oil of Ulay (!)
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
I had the techies go through Thomas Steele's phone records again.
There's a number that keeps cropping up he claims not to recognise.
"It could be Patrick McIvor."
She'd probably told him Brady and the others killed Caroline.
"You got an address?" I'm outside now.
OK. OK, keep me posted.
Never easy, kids.
The skull has a hairline fracture,
she has two broken legs, probably bled a lot
but no internal injuries.
Neck fine, spine fine, ribs intact.
What are you saying?
Indications are that she wasn't dead when she went into the ground.
CHILDREN YELLING
Moderator, we understand that the session is going to recommend
you stay a second year, due to the recent gruesome murders.
Oh, these are very unfortunate circumstances
but it would be a privilege to serve again.
Of course, that's entirely up to my fellow ministers.
So, is the Church gonna - Thank you.
DOOR SLAMS
She was alive!
You knew that. No.
Caroline McIvor...
was alive when they buried her.
NO! No! I mean, I...I'm totally shocked.
At least they showed some remorse! They came to you, but YOU,
you callous BASTARD - Inspector, I couldn't do a thing for the child.
No, I am certain they did not know she was alive. They made a mistake.
A MISTAKE? Does that make them innocent?
Does that make you innocent?
If I were you, I'd start saying some prayers.
You don't know the kind of man that you are working for.
CREAKS
Patrick McIvor? It's the police.
CREAKS
Patrick?
We've got news about your daughter.
Patrick?
I'm Detective Sergeant Clarke.
Siobhan.
I've got news about Caroline. Leave me alone.
Patrick, we've found - LEAVE ME ALONE!
Tommy?
Thomas.
What are you doing here?
Think you're the only one who wants to catch this fucker?
Course I knew who the number was! Stop! It may be evidence!
We'll find him but this doesn't help.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
He killed my wife.
I know that.
We WILL find him.
DOOR SLAMS
♪ The Lord's My Shepherd ♪ My soul he doth
♪ Restore again
♪ And me to walk
♪ Doth make
♪ Within the paths of righteousness
♪ E'en for his own name's sake
♪ Yea though I walk
♪ In death's dark vale
♪ Yet will I fear
♪ No ill
♪ For thou art
♪ With me
♪ And thy rod
♪ And staff me comfort still
♪ Goodness and mercy
♪ All my life
♪ Shall surely follow me
♪ And in God's house
♪ For evermore
♪ My dwelling place
♪ Shall be ♪
"Patrick McIvor is Carson's chauffeur."
He started work three weeks ago under the name of Gordon Wolsey,
but his references didn't check out.
"A letter from McLeod warned him to produce new ones or be dismissed."
Send back up! Send it now!
Keep moving! Please!
PATRICK? PATRICK MCIVOR? TOO LATE!
HE HAS TO PAY! It's not too late!
Please! You don't understand, none of you understand!
They killed Caroline!
They tore me apart!
We know that, Patrick. We know it now!
And all this time you knew.
You could've saved me. You're supposed to be a man of GOD!
My wife,
she forgave you lot, not ME! I'm sorry -
What she didnae know is they bastards buried our daughter ALIVE!
Patrick! Patrick!
It was an accident.
They were in shock. It wasn't deliberate.
Oh, you keep outta this! I am sorry.
I am so sorry.
Your fault!
NO!
The driving job became available and McIvor put himself up for it.
Iris must've...
..told him that Brady was guilty.
Once he was in, he would've found out about the others.
Hiding in plain sight, isn't it?
JOURNALIST: Inspector!
Inspector Rebus?
Look, I've sent you on a wild goose chase -
Michael Patterson's been selling dodgy meat to the nursing home, OK?
And it's been killing them off.
The old folks are on their last legs
so the pathologists haven't been as rigorous.
What the...? This is gonna be big!
Ah, yes.
Yes. That's what I was thinking.
You have just made an old man... very happy.
Well done.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Rebus.
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